The great act of kindness touched the man. He warmly smiled as the sun glimmered down on him. He had walked for some time, unnoticed, by the same river the wildcat had coincidently fallen in. Lifting his gaze to the cloudy sky, he could see the winding stream leading out into the ocean. Had he walked this far? Keeping to his own designated path, he came across six stones that jotted out of the gushing water. Flat, the stones were, as a mere crossing across the rapid river. Would he cross the river? Why not? Picking up his speed, he found himself facing the delicate black and ancient stepping stones of which he would soon cross. Gently placing a paw on the nearest stone, he worked his way through each stone, feeling a gush of relief as his paws touched the ground of the other side. He followed the scent of where the silver lady and the wildcat had met, but not before catching himself a rich and slimy fish in his jaws. Following the scent trail back to where the incident had happened, he asked himself a few questions in his mind. Why exactly was he returning the way he came? That he did not know, but he would find answer to that soon. With his nose at work, he would enjoy traveling the way he came once more. He was certain he had found the exact spot of where Zlata had rescued Gendry, though another scent mingled with theirs. Another male wolf. The East was flooded with wolves! And cats for that matter. But why would he follow Zlata and her new rescued friend? He would best be off, somewhere of nowhere in particular. Still keeping his energized paws to his planned path alongside the river, turning his head to the side, his eyes had met a small cave not far from the river. The scent trail of Zlata, Gendry and the other male all lead to that particular cave. Zlata's home perhaps? And what would that male be doing at that cave? But if it was mere friendship, Dusk would certainly not interfere, but curious was a word that described him (along with many others). Was he that curious to have a look? Well, it was on his way back, why not? He would walk closer to the cave, coming at a close distance of which voices could be heard. Was he going to interfere in a nice conversation?
No
He wasn't interfering. Just...exchanging a greeting.
Once he had just passed the cave, looking as if he was going somewhere (well he sort of was). If the warm three looked up or not, that was up to them, but he would politely greet them all, what else could he do?
"Good morning, miss and sirs." He would greet them all with a respectful bow. His warm gaze...well...always warm.
"Speech"
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